TITLE: The Gemini
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 1/?
DISTRIBUTION: Just tell me where you put it, 'k? DISCLAIMER: All things Buffy belong to Joss, but he's mean, so I 'borrowed' Xander. (I give him back when I'm finished... I swear) All things Final Fantasy VII belong to Squaresoft... sniff. SUMMARY: What if... Cordelia dumped Xander on Valentine's Day and the Patron saint of scorned Males fullfilles Xander's wish, with consequences far beyond imagination. FEEDBACK: Please. CATEGORY: AU/Adventure/Crossover RATING: ? PAIRING: Not sure, yet. AUTHORS NOTES: I am not a native English speaker, so I hope you will forgive me my mistakes (spelling and grammar).
I had the idea after reading the last part of trevelyan1983's fic "Mako Eyes", which is one of my favourites. I read the last part, specially the final interaction between Sephiroth and Xander, thought "What if..." and was attacked by an Armada of bunnies. This is the beginning of the result. I hope you like it.
Prologue: Gemini - Born
For every road walked, there is a path not taken, for every yes you say, there is a 'No' that remains unsaid, for every choice you make, there is a maybe, a 'what if'.
This is the story of two maybe's, two 'what if's' merging into a possibility, a new beginning.
It starts with Xander Harris. With him being dumped on Valentines day. But in this time and place he didn't seek his own venegance on Cordelia. Instead he just swallowed his anger and hurt, his pain radiating outwards, calling forward Dan'Yarll, Patron saint of scorned men.
In another dimension a scientist is called away from his project unexpectantly. He leaves precise instruction for his collague... but in this 'what if' the other professor is too impartient. He starts the experiment too early... with an history rewriting result.
***
He looked at the small gift in his hands, wrapped into creamcolored paper with red ribbons, it had been his true valentines gift for Cordy. Xander had worked months to get the money together and now... he angrily whiped a tear from his check. He should have known, nothing good could last for him, no one would be there for him, forever.
"Hi," he looked up at the shy, stuttering voice.
A boy stood there, half a head smaller than Xander, dirty blonde hair and skyblue eyes. Xander had never seen him before.
"I'm Daniel, I'm new here."
"Hi," he couldn't help but noticed how tired his voice sounded, how sad.
Somehow Daniel got him talking, about his friends, his feelings and about Cordy.
"Don't you wish you could pay her back for what she did to you?" Daniel asked, with a strange glint in his eyes. "Don't you want her to hurt just like you are hurting."
Xander thought about it for a moment. Then he shook his head.
"No. Where is the use of such a wish. It won't make it stop hurting inside of me. If I could wish for something, I would wish for a second chance, a different life. It doesn't have to be an easy life, as long as there is someone that will never leave me, someone I can take care of and who would take care of me, someplace where I could be usefull."
Dan'Yarrl starred at him in open shock. In his 1500 years as a venegance demon he'd never had been asked such a wish. A wish completly centered around the wisher, not the one that had caused him pain. Hmmm... the boy was asking for another chance at life and it didn't have to be an easy one?? Decisions, decisions. Then he found it... it was perfect.
The venegance demon looked up at Xander, his face suddenly a distorted, demonic mask.
"So be it!"
Xander had no time to scream as his soul was ripped out of his body and flung through the dimensions. When his friends found him, hours later, his body was long since cold and dead and his stiff fingers still held the small package, his valentines present for Cordelia, a promise ring. She wore it from the day on when they buried him.
***
He couldn't wait. Patience had never been his strong suit. Sure fingers tapped against the syringe, filled with a glowing green fluid. His collague had said it was too soon, had left orders not to begin with the injections before the third month of her pregnancy, but he wasn't here now, had been called away to the headquaters and wouldn't return for four months. And he was the only one to know these orders. The only one to know and to ignore them. Deftly he injected the first dosis into the IV line of the sleeping woman. And he smiled.
***
In the womb of the woman, there was a small cluster of cells, something that was destined to become a child given time. And into the womb the glowing fluid spilled and attached itself into the genome of the cellcluster, changing it. The scientist, that had been called away, had known that in this state the cells of the unborn child were weak and that the child might not survive, but his collague was indifferent to this. The cells were struggling to survive inside their mothers womb and then, with a nonaudible 'pop' they split in two. Two tiny little cellclusters, where there had been one before and, changed by the first injection, able to survive the following shots. And one of the tiny clusters carried the soul of a boy that had been called Xander once.
***
Time went on and the tiny clusters of cells started to form into foetal beings. They were almost identical, but for their hair- and eyecolor. One of them had the beginnings of black fuzz on his head as well as a red glow shimmering through his closed lids, the others head was spreckeld with silvery down and his closed eyes were glowing green.
Then, one day, the eyes of the unborn children snapped open and for the first time they were seeing each other. Something happened in this moment. The minds of the two children reached out for each other. It was a communication without sound or images, yet both understood what the other was saying. *Brother* and *I will protect you*.
***
The tattooing gun stopped wirring and he looked at the symbol that was now displayed on the babies hand. His collague had wanted to give them numbers, but he had interfered. Had it been only one boy, then the number would have been fitting, proclaiming him the first of his race. But it wasn't only one boy and now the number was inappropriate. Instead he had choosen this symbol. One boy wore it on his right, the other on his left hand. As if they needed it to tell the difference between the two. Their different hair- and eyecolor, an effect of the injections he assumed, were more than enough to tell the difference. Purplish black hair and glowing eyes the color of garnet where the signs of Alexander, called such after Lucrecia's most cherished summoning materia. He was thirtyfife minutes older than his silverhaired and glowing emerald eyed brother, Sephiroth. Lucretia hadn't had the time to explain this choice of name, she'd died from the strain of birth. Professor Gast sighed and applied the healing balm to the childs hand, covering the symbol under a film of salve.
Two straight lines, connecting with two curved lines on top and bottom. The sign for the gemini, for twins.
tbc
DISTRIBUTION: Just tell me where you put it, 'k? DISCLAIMER: All things Buffy belong to Joss, but he's mean, so I 'borrowed' Xander. (I give him back when I'm finished... I swear) All things Final Fantasy VII belong to Squaresoft... sniff. SUMMARY: What if... Cordelia dumped Xander on Valentine's Day and the Patron saint of scorned Males fullfilles Xander's wish, with consequences far beyond imagination. FEEDBACK: Please. CATEGORY: AU/Adventure/Crossover RATING: ? PAIRING: Not sure, yet. AUTHORS NOTES: I am not a native English speaker, so I hope you will forgive me my mistakes (spelling and grammar).
I had the idea after reading the last part of trevelyan1983's fic "Mako Eyes", which is one of my favourites. I read the last part, specially the final interaction between Sephiroth and Xander, thought "What if..." and was attacked by an Armada of bunnies. This is the beginning of the result. I hope you like it.
Prologue: Gemini - Born
For every road walked, there is a path not taken, for every yes you say, there is a 'No' that remains unsaid, for every choice you make, there is a maybe, a 'what if'.
This is the story of two maybe's, two 'what if's' merging into a possibility, a new beginning.
It starts with Xander Harris. With him being dumped on Valentines day. But in this time and place he didn't seek his own venegance on Cordelia. Instead he just swallowed his anger and hurt, his pain radiating outwards, calling forward Dan'Yarll, Patron saint of scorned men.
In another dimension a scientist is called away from his project unexpectantly. He leaves precise instruction for his collague... but in this 'what if' the other professor is too impartient. He starts the experiment too early... with an history rewriting result.
***
He looked at the small gift in his hands, wrapped into creamcolored paper with red ribbons, it had been his true valentines gift for Cordy. Xander had worked months to get the money together and now... he angrily whiped a tear from his check. He should have known, nothing good could last for him, no one would be there for him, forever.
"Hi," he looked up at the shy, stuttering voice.
A boy stood there, half a head smaller than Xander, dirty blonde hair and skyblue eyes. Xander had never seen him before.
"I'm Daniel, I'm new here."
"Hi," he couldn't help but noticed how tired his voice sounded, how sad.
Somehow Daniel got him talking, about his friends, his feelings and about Cordy.
"Don't you wish you could pay her back for what she did to you?" Daniel asked, with a strange glint in his eyes. "Don't you want her to hurt just like you are hurting."
Xander thought about it for a moment. Then he shook his head.
"No. Where is the use of such a wish. It won't make it stop hurting inside of me. If I could wish for something, I would wish for a second chance, a different life. It doesn't have to be an easy life, as long as there is someone that will never leave me, someone I can take care of and who would take care of me, someplace where I could be usefull."
Dan'Yarrl starred at him in open shock. In his 1500 years as a venegance demon he'd never had been asked such a wish. A wish completly centered around the wisher, not the one that had caused him pain. Hmmm... the boy was asking for another chance at life and it didn't have to be an easy one?? Decisions, decisions. Then he found it... it was perfect.
The venegance demon looked up at Xander, his face suddenly a distorted, demonic mask.
"So be it!"
Xander had no time to scream as his soul was ripped out of his body and flung through the dimensions. When his friends found him, hours later, his body was long since cold and dead and his stiff fingers still held the small package, his valentines present for Cordelia, a promise ring. She wore it from the day on when they buried him.
***
He couldn't wait. Patience had never been his strong suit. Sure fingers tapped against the syringe, filled with a glowing green fluid. His collague had said it was too soon, had left orders not to begin with the injections before the third month of her pregnancy, but he wasn't here now, had been called away to the headquaters and wouldn't return for four months. And he was the only one to know these orders. The only one to know and to ignore them. Deftly he injected the first dosis into the IV line of the sleeping woman. And he smiled.
***
In the womb of the woman, there was a small cluster of cells, something that was destined to become a child given time. And into the womb the glowing fluid spilled and attached itself into the genome of the cellcluster, changing it. The scientist, that had been called away, had known that in this state the cells of the unborn child were weak and that the child might not survive, but his collague was indifferent to this. The cells were struggling to survive inside their mothers womb and then, with a nonaudible 'pop' they split in two. Two tiny little cellclusters, where there had been one before and, changed by the first injection, able to survive the following shots. And one of the tiny clusters carried the soul of a boy that had been called Xander once.
***
Time went on and the tiny clusters of cells started to form into foetal beings. They were almost identical, but for their hair- and eyecolor. One of them had the beginnings of black fuzz on his head as well as a red glow shimmering through his closed lids, the others head was spreckeld with silvery down and his closed eyes were glowing green.
Then, one day, the eyes of the unborn children snapped open and for the first time they were seeing each other. Something happened in this moment. The minds of the two children reached out for each other. It was a communication without sound or images, yet both understood what the other was saying. *Brother* and *I will protect you*.
***
The tattooing gun stopped wirring and he looked at the symbol that was now displayed on the babies hand. His collague had wanted to give them numbers, but he had interfered. Had it been only one boy, then the number would have been fitting, proclaiming him the first of his race. But it wasn't only one boy and now the number was inappropriate. Instead he had choosen this symbol. One boy wore it on his right, the other on his left hand. As if they needed it to tell the difference between the two. Their different hair- and eyecolor, an effect of the injections he assumed, were more than enough to tell the difference. Purplish black hair and glowing eyes the color of garnet where the signs of Alexander, called such after Lucrecia's most cherished summoning materia. He was thirtyfife minutes older than his silverhaired and glowing emerald eyed brother, Sephiroth. Lucretia hadn't had the time to explain this choice of name, she'd died from the strain of birth. Professor Gast sighed and applied the healing balm to the childs hand, covering the symbol under a film of salve.
Two straight lines, connecting with two curved lines on top and bottom. The sign for the gemini, for twins.
tbc